The Prisoner's Wife Mr. Arogan
100 Chapter

A man walked into his residence with a tired face. A day of work under the pressure of problems faced by prospective in-laws, causing him to join the confusion of finding investors.

Without turning on the lights Marcel stepped into the room. He took off one by one the clothes that were attached to the body, until a moment later a pair of hands suddenly coiled around his stomach.

"Are you tired?" The voice of a woman whispering made him nod instantly. I don't know why it feels so comfortable to be hugged by him.

Without opening his eyes, Marcel nodded tiredly. He turned around, and hugged her that figure so gently. "I miss you."

For a moment the two were in such a position, but after feeling the calmness Marcel placed both hands on the woman's cheeks. He eroded the distance between their faces, so that when only a few inches remained, the sound of the ringing of the phone blew everything away.

Lazily, Marcel opened his eyes, slowly sliding his hand against the green circle on the screen. Sarah's voice at the end of the call instantly greeted her sense of hearing. “Marcel, are you back?”

“Ya,” the answer is short.

“Alright then. Don't forget your dinner and your medicine. I've asked the chef to make you a meal you like.”

“Hmm.”

Only a dullness Marcel could give in response. He switched off his phone and tried to sit up from his position. Marcel, look in all directions. He was in his room without turning on the lights. However, why did he instead dream of the atmosphere with people's wives.

Confused by what he experienced made Marcel rub rough his face. I don't know what happened, but he felt bland when he was with Sarah and even excited if he met Laura. The widow who left her husband. I don't know why there's a speck of guilt that haunts Marcel for feeling like he's the biggest guy right now, but he doesn't know why he feels that way.

“What do I think?”

Marcel simply nodded slightly and ordered the man to enter.

“Take it there.”

After finishing the tuga, the waiter came out of Marcel's room, while he slowly opened the iron lid that sealed the food. “What is this?’

Marcel momentarily frowned looking at the sighting of food in front of him. All this time Sarah was so considerate by contacting every time she finished work and asking the chef to prepare dinner. Never miss a day, and sometimes even the woman herself makes it. However, for some reason even though Sarah said if it was her favorite food, she had absolutely no taste with the food in front of her.

Not only did it feel foreign, but it was also as if it was food that could not enter his mouth. However, Marcel is forced to eat it if Sarah herself delivers, and if she is as alone as she is now, Marcel chooses another alternative.

Slowly, the man stepped into the bathroom. Food that was still warm he just threw into the toilet without hesitation. He prefers to eat the bread that was previously bought at the convenience store and even greedily eat it. “Why does my life feel so empty?” marcel muttered alone.

On the other hand, Laura was holding Nicholas in her arms. The tiny baby will not be able to sleep if it is not in the deck. While walking here and there, Laura looked at the closed eyelids of the baby. Had Michael been with her at this time, she would have only taken care of her baby every day, without having to leave Nicholas with a nanny just to work hard on her own. “Excuse Mommy, Nak.”

To Be Continue's...

Hi friends, even though the lebel has ended, but the story still continues yes.up slow because Rissa forgot the plot.

thank God Rissa has given birth to a baby boy in this month.thanks to friends who always pray and wait for the chapter in the up patiently.